Nightmares AND DREAMS!
I had a nightmare last night, and the night before. And I don't usually have nightmares, but I know it's because there's something wrong in my daily life that I need to take care of. Which is why I had trouble going to sleep last night, even though I woke up really early yesterday and was incredibly tired. The nightmare that I had the night before last night was so bad that I woke up, got out of bed, and went downstairs to get some water. I didn't want to stay lying down in bed and then get back to sleep and still be in that same dream. Because that happens a lot, and it's usually not that bad, but with nightmares it's another story.
Last nights dream goes like this:
I was alone in a big house that is not my own, so I didn't exactly know my way around, and I kept getting the feeling someone was watching me from the outside. I kept getting these strange feelings that someone was trying to get into the house to kill me, but I was too scared to get off of the couch I was lying down on. Until I heard noises that verified the feelings I was getting. Like most dreams I have, I was not wearing pants, but that didn't make things funny it just made me feel vulnerable. At one point I was looking out the front door window and I saw a big 18 wheeler truck sitting outside. So I made a break for it and asked the man if he could help me, but he seemed kind of suspicious. He said "Why don't you go back into the house?" or something along those lines. But I said no and that I just wanted to get out of the area we were in and go home. I still had the feeling that he was the person trying to kill me, but I figured that as long as he was driving he wouldn't try to do anything. While I was talking to him I kept getting flashes of him wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete. But I got into the truck anyway. As I was talking to him, I kept getting more and more suspicious of him being the person trying to kill me. Why would a giant 18 wheeler truck be in a neighborhood parked outside of a house? I thought. So, as soon as I saw other cars passing by I opened the door and jumped out of the truck. I don't remember much after that, but I think I may have slipped into another dream.
The other dream I had was just a normal dream about my sister, my brother, and I staying at this condo on vacation. Then my brother and I worked at a restaurant together (and I was horrible at being a waiter. I kept eating food while taking peoples orders, and I didn't have anything to write their order down on) , and then my sister and I were at an airport on our way back home. I also remember there being some rapper staying at the condo two floors below us, and we could hear him recording a song. He's not a real rapper, just some guy my mind made up for the purposes of my dream.
Last nights dream goes like this:
I was alone in a big house that is not my own, so I didn't exactly know my way around, and I kept getting the feeling someone was watching me from the outside. I kept getting these strange feelings that someone was trying to get into the house to kill me, but I was too scared to get off of the couch I was lying down on. Until I heard noises that verified the feelings I was getting. Like most dreams I have, I was not wearing pants, but that didn't make things funny it just made me feel vulnerable. At one point I was looking out the front door window and I saw a big 18 wheeler truck sitting outside. So I made a break for it and asked the man if he could help me, but he seemed kind of suspicious. He said "Why don't you go back into the house?" or something along those lines. But I said no and that I just wanted to get out of the area we were in and go home. I still had the feeling that he was the person trying to kill me, but I figured that as long as he was driving he wouldn't try to do anything. While I was talking to him I kept getting flashes of him wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete. But I got into the truck anyway. As I was talking to him, I kept getting more and more suspicious of him being the person trying to kill me. Why would a giant 18 wheeler truck be in a neighborhood parked outside of a house? I thought. So, as soon as I saw other cars passing by I opened the door and jumped out of the truck. I don't remember much after that, but I think I may have slipped into another dream.
The other dream I had was just a normal dream about my sister, my brother, and I staying at this condo on vacation. Then my brother and I worked at a restaurant together (and I was horrible at being a waiter. I kept eating food while taking peoples orders, and I didn't have anything to write their order down on) , and then my sister and I were at an airport on our way back home. I also remember there being some rapper staying at the condo two floors below us, and we could hear him recording a song. He's not a real rapper, just some guy my mind made up for the purposes of my dream.